Last Night I Died

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
I relive a past experience.

Submitted: August 21, 2012

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Last night I died. The darkness crept into my body which never seemed to leave me. A single beam of light I fixated on, hoping that the light would banish the dark, but it didn't. The darkness crept into my dreams, dreams of murder and distorted worlds. Midnight creatures pranced around my head, proceeding to attack and run around me, taunting me. I was the murderer, I had the axe in hand. Crude music played as dirt squelched under my bare feet like the dream had turned me into some sort of beast. When I woke up, my heart didn't pound like it was a nightmare though. No, it was just another dream, what seems normal now. The dovet was my prison; I hid underneath it yet needed to get out because of the overwhelming heat. Even though I needed to, I just couldn't expose myself anymore to the evil, yet refreshing darkness. It was inticing me in. I only remember one dream, the rest were a blur since the 'REM' stage of sleep was not fully achieved. I curled into a ball, facing the wall and just wishing morning would come quicker. By now, I was openly thinking about horror and scary movies, the darkness had won. It manipulated me, I asked myself, 'Am I going insane?' at which the obvious answer was yes. Every hour I'd look at my watch and be displeased with the time. Twelve o'clock, one, two... All the way up until five when I couldn't take anymore. Thankfully the sun was rising, and Dawn rose again.


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